Confucianism is supreme? I am reciting Tang poems in another world!

"No, this person is not in the late Mingjing realm, but in the Saint realm. Let's retreat!" A literary master saw this and shouted hurriedly.

However, they were too late. The purple dragon roared again, and with a wave of its claws, several saints were defeated. The remaining literary masters were also injured and retreated continuously.

"This old man actually hid his cultivation!"

The seven literary masters were all angry. They didn't expect that this Hou Taifu had been hiding his cultivation. Now he suddenly broke out, catching them off guard.

But when they retreated, they found that the purple dragon did not catch up, but was still hovering above the Great Zhou King City. There was a cold light in the dragon's eyes, as if mocking their incompetence.

"Don't you want to break through the Great Zhou King City? Now that I am here, you can't go any further." Hou Taifu's voice came from the purple dragon's mouth, cold and majestic.

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"Seven literary masters from different countries attacked at the same time, but they couldn't defeat a Taifu?"

Ying Tian's face showed shock. He thought that the seven people would kill the old man with overwhelming force, but he didn't expect that the old man would turn into a purple dragon and easily repel the seven people.

Ci Song on the side also showed a trace of surprise on his face. Ming Jing's cultivation in the late stage was at most a literary master. Why couldn't the seven literary masters join forces to defeat the Taifu Hou, and were easily defeated by him? There is only one possibility, that the Taifu Hou is not Ming Jing, but a saint.

"No, I heard from my teacher that now that the avenue has changed, if ancient cultivators want to break through the holy realm, they must suffer the punishment of thunder tribulation, which is extremely powerful and cannot be hidden. Ji Han once told me that Hou Taifu's cultivation is in the late Mingjing stage."

"In the two years after the fall of the mirage dragon, several uncles in the general's mansion recorded many powerful and strange phenomena of heaven and earth and recorded them in books. Why haven't I seen any records about thunder tribulation?"

Ci Song raised his head slightly and looked at the purple dragon above the Great Zhou King City. His dragon looked a bit like the mirage dragon, but the momentum and the patterns on the dragon scales were completely different. The mirage dragon's dragon scales were covered with strange runes, while the purple dragon's dragon scales were purple without any runes, more like a snake.

And he also noticed that there seemed to be an inexplicable force surging under the Great Zhou King City. This force was somewhat similar to the breath of the purple dragon, but different.

"Could it be that this purple dragon was not transformed by the power of Hou Taifu alone, but by the power of the Great Zhou Royal City?" Ci Song suddenly had a guess in his mind.

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At this time, the seven literary masters in the sky saw that the purple dragon was no longer chasing them, so they stopped in the air and discussed countermeasures.

"Those who have entered the holy realm have reached the semi-holy level. Even if the seven of us join forces, we can't be its opponents." The literary master from Chu covered his injured right arm, while circulating his talent to heal his wounds, and said to the other six.

"Then what should we do? If we can't break through the Great Zhou Royal City, how can we explain to the king?" The literary master from Yan frowned.

"The only plan now is to retreat first, report the situation here to the king truthfully, and then ask the king to make a decision." The literary master from Qi said in a deep voice.

While the other six people were discussing, Zhang Wenlong's eyes were always on the purple dragon. The green light of talent flashed in his eyes, as if he was seeing something.

After a moment, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he whispered: "Something is wrong, very wrong."

"Oh? What do you think, Brother Zhang?" Hearing Zhang Wenlong's words, the other six people all looked at him with inquiring eyes.

"I was born with good eyesight, and I have cultivated a set of pupil techniques and have reached the extreme. I can see through the laws of the talent in others' bodies by just fighting against them."

As Zhang Wenlong's voice fell, the light in his eyes had completely seen through the purple dragon.

"Although this purple dragon has a strong aura and has reached the holy realm, its power is extremely violent, but it is not stable and has a tendency to collapse. Moreover, Hou Taifu's aura is gradually weakening. He should have used some secret method to forcibly improve his own cultivation, and it seems to be effective only in the Great Zhou King City."

"I think we just need to delay for some time, and when we find Hou Taifu's flaws, we will join forces to defeat him." Zhang Wenlong said lightly.

"That's it. We will cover for Brother Zhang. Please find this man's flaw as soon as possible."

The literary giant of Zhao State was the most seriously injured. Half of his green clothes were stained with blood, but he still held on and made a proposal.

"Okay, Zhang Wenlong would like to thank you all."

Zhang Wenlong nodded, moved, and flew towards the purple dragon. At the same time, he summoned the phantom of the saint again, and the phantom he summoned was undoubtedly Yan Sheng.

The others also summoned the phantom of the saint, but their phantoms were much more blurred than the phantom of Yan Sheng summoned by Zhang Wenlong. At a glance, it was even impossible to tell which saint they summoned.

Seven phantoms of saints flew towards the purple dragon. The weapons in their hands were different, but every time they attacked, they caused strange phenomena in the world.

A dragon roar came out of the purple dragon's mouth, and the sound waves spread, blocking all the attacks.

At the same time, Zhang Wenlong's eyes were always fixed on the purple dragon. He kept looking for flaws. "So that's it. This person didn't really set foot in the holy realm, but used the remaining dragon vein power in the Great Zhou Royal City to forcibly raise his own cultivation. He can only be called a pseudo-holy realm."

"As long as I can cut off his connection with the dragon vein power of the royal city, I can easily beat him back to the mirror."

Zhang Wenlong used his pupil technique to the extreme, and his pupils were replaced by blue light. Finally, at a certain moment, his eyes fell on a scale on the abdomen of the purple dragon.

"It's here!"

A gleam of brilliance flashed in Zhang Wenlong's eyes, and he instantly merged with the saint's phantom. Then he moved his body and flew towards the abdomen of the purple dragon.

At the same time, the other six people seemed to have noticed Zhang Wenlong's intentions, and they all urged the saint's phantom to attack the purple dragon, creating opportunities for Zhang Wenlong.

The purple dragon seemed to have sensed Zhang Wenlong's intention, and let out a dragon roar, and swung its huge tail towards Zhang Wenlong.

However, Zhang Wenlong was extremely fast. At the moment when the dragon's tail was about to hit him, he had already arrived at the purple dragon's abdomen and stabbed a dragon scale with the long sword in his hand.

"Clang!"

The long sword stabbed into the crack, making a sound of metal clashing, and at the same time a powerful recoil force came, shocking Zhang Wenlong back again and again.

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